Thursday, September 20, 2012

The King of Butter




I awoke with a message for my love
Carried safely on an azure pillow made of crepe
On a crimson note, two words dashed in ink

Remember me

And you might if you dream of romance and water
Giving away your daily concerns for those that capture
A life worth living and then some, drink hastily and don’t spill
For the drop that misses your lips may be the one

That lubricates

And if by morning time the birds arrange for a meeting of the minds 

Do not let them speak gravely of my soul in South America
The summer heat is no match for the fire in my heart, melting
I am the king of butter, and I will drip fiercely
Between the cracks of your toasty thoughts, spreading nicely

With purpose

So sing with all that you have and dismiss if you must
This call to my side and settle into your curse
But I will tell you once more, that this side has weight
And over spilled wine and silky paella with scallops
You may be able to find in my eyes what you have missed so long
And enjoy the richness of a touch of butter churned for you

The queen


(©2011 Corey Rowley)

14 comments:

  1. Oh! Lucky Queen, if you ask me. I loved every word, and the Latin seasoning just made it that much better.

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  2. The king and queen of butter. I love it.
    "toasty thoughts" I especially like "you may be able to find in my eyes what you have missed for so long".......an invitation she would be a fool to resist!

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  3. And if by morning time the birds arrange for a meeting of the minds
    
Do not let them speak gravely of my soul in South America
    The summer heat is no match for the fire in my heart, melting
    I am the king of butter...

    These are some of my favourite lines of yours ever!

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  4. hmmmmm, this just makes me smack my lips a bit. over.

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  5. It is better with butter!
    Wow, this was cooking at its finest~
    Rich, romantic and churning with passion's prose!
    Love it~

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  6. You had me at the title, and somewhere Wallace Stevens is saying "Butter! Damnit, butter, not ice cream!!"

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  7. A deliciously rich write. Loved this line:

    The summer heat is no match for the fire in my heart!

    Butter is the best.

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  8. What a tasty and delicious offering~

    But I will tell you once more, that this side has weight
    And over spilled wine and silky paella with scallops

    I felt like butter churning here ~

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  9. Unique, sweet, bittersweet strength. I love the series of two words. Nicely done!

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  10. Oh, Lord! You've woven such provocative meanings within the seemingly mundane.

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  11. First time here, and thanks to Real Toads for that. Good Lord, man, you create poetry that sizzles with all sorts of heat. You melted my butter, for sure, and I love the layout of your blog as well, how the words move over the verrrrry cool room. Peace, Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/10/02/slp-is-back-creative-juices/

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